TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL
EIGHTEENTH CONFESSION: Yo' Yin 'n' Yo' Yang
WARNING: The below confession is not aimed towards the culturally sensitive. Any offense or insult found in this below fiction is not intended to e taken seriously or personally by the reader. Please be reminded that the below confession is not necessarily the views and opinions of the author but instead of voice #254.
Wolfwood had broke into a dead run when he saw Rei-Dei, dragging poor Millie behind him the whole way. He didn't particularly care for the crazy Japanese man, who insisted he wear traditional clothing no matter how expensive it may be to the Gung-Ho Guns. I t didn't help that Nick had the sneaking suspicion that the samurai wanted to confess, and he wasn't about to hear it.
Unfortunately, Wolfwood had been chain-smoking for years and wasn't quite the athlete he used to be (Don't smoke, kids!), and so Rei-Dei, the Blade, finally caught up with him.
"Nicholas, I require your spiritual services!" Rei-Die yelled, and Wolfwood stopped to catch his breath.
Wolfwood sighed. He knew he wasn't in top physical condition, and he wouldn't be able to run very far, so, begrudgingly, he whipped the portable confessional from seemingly no where. He handed the box to Rei-Dei, but all the samurai did was stare at the confessional as if Wolfwood had just picked his nose and held his finger out.
"I will not put that horrendous stealer of spiritual awareness on my beautiful hair!" he hissed, offendedly
"Fine!" Wolfwood cried, throwing his hands up in surrender, "Then just hold it and confess."
"Fine." Rei-Dei agreed putting his nose up in the air, "I was of at Jiromaru's to pick up my dry-cleaning, and we were chatting about spiritual awareness, like we always do, when this Indian guy comes in and starts yelling at me." He broke into tears at this point.
Wolfwood rolled his eyes and forced out, "What did he say?"
"He called me a crazy jap 'n' said I was a poser. He told me to 'leave spiritual awareness to the Indians 'n' stick with yo' crazy jap yin 'n' yo' yang!"
"Aww, well that's too bad. "Wolfwood feigned sympathy, "Unfortunately, we have to go no-" but when he turned around Millie was gone.
EIGHTEENTH CONFESSION: Yo' Yin 'n' Yo' Yang
WARNING: The below confession is not aimed towards the culturally sensitive. Any offense or insult found in this below fiction is not intended to e taken seriously or personally by the reader. Please be reminded that the below confession is not necessarily the views and opinions of the author but instead of voice #254.
Wolfwood had broke into a dead run when he saw Rei-Dei, dragging poor Millie behind him the whole way. He didn't particularly care for the crazy Japanese man, who insisted he wear traditional clothing no matter how expensive it may be to the Gung-Ho Guns. I t didn't help that Nick had the sneaking suspicion that the samurai wanted to confess, and he wasn't about to hear it.
Unfortunately, Wolfwood had been chain-smoking for years and wasn't quite the athlete he used to be (Don't smoke, kids!), and so Rei-Dei, the Blade, finally caught up with him.
"Nicholas, I require your spiritual services!" Rei-Die yelled, and Wolfwood stopped to catch his breath.
Wolfwood sighed. He knew he wasn't in top physical condition, and he wouldn't be able to run very far, so, begrudgingly, he whipped the portable confessional from seemingly no where. He handed the box to Rei-Dei, but all the samurai did was stare at the confessional as if Wolfwood had just picked his nose and held his finger out.
"I will not put that horrendous stealer of spiritual awareness on my beautiful hair!" he hissed, offendedly
"Fine!" Wolfwood cried, throwing his hands up in surrender, "Then just hold it and confess."
"Fine." Rei-Dei agreed putting his nose up in the air, "I was of at Jiromaru's to pick up my dry-cleaning, and we were chatting about spiritual awareness, like we always do, when this Indian guy comes in and starts yelling at me." He broke into tears at this point.
Wolfwood rolled his eyes and forced out, "What did he say?"
"He called me a crazy jap 'n' said I was a poser. He told me to 'leave spiritual awareness to the Indians 'n' stick with yo' crazy jap yin 'n' yo' yang!"
"Aww, well that's too bad. "Wolfwood feigned sympathy, "Unfortunately, we have to go no-" but when he turned around Millie was gone.